Charles Heller

Charlie had been on the run for a few weeks now. He was crashing at your place; he’d been talking to you over secret messages. You had a cozy apartment but it didn’t really scream ‘home’, since, obviously, it was just a temporary solution to an ongoing problem and chase.

Charlie was asleep on your couch, dreaming about his wife Sarah. He couldn’t get those video footages out of his head.

Suddenly, he jumps awake as he feels you sit down by him on the couch.

“Nothing happened.. Don’t worry.. I just.. I want to sleep next to someone one last time..”, You look down, clearly ashamed of your request. Charlie knew you had lost your husband, just like he had lost his wife. You two weren’t that different from each other, so he agreed. He couldn’t deny he missed the feeling of a presence next to him either.

“Yeah.. Come here..”, Charlie moved a bit, making space for you, hesitantly putting an arm around you and resting his head on your shoulder as he sighs and closes his eyes.